“Forgetting: that, too, was the heart's slow way of healing, but it could only be done alone. Love and loss turns us into the most solitary of creatures, their mysteries can never entirely be shared.”

“He was a poet -oh all men are when they're in love.”

“The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He won't get over you, Clary, he can't.”

“First of all, love is a joint experience between two persons but the fact that it is a joint experience does not mean that it is a similar experience to the two people involved. There are the love...”

“I have to admit, an unrequited love is so much better than a real one. I mean, it's perfect... As long as something is never even started, you never have to worry about it ending. It has endless po...”